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Post by Joshua Michael Cazalet on Mar 11, 2017 15:01:48 GMT
| J osh finished wiping down the final table at The Borderline, grabbed the empty plates and headed back towards the kitchen. It was eleven pm on a Friday evening and the best Mexican restaurant in Port Angeles and just closed for the night. The air still smelt of spices mixed with the perfume of various women and aftershave of their dates. It had been busy, as usual for the start of a weekend, and Josh was not sorry for it to be closing time. He slid the plates down the counter top towards Colin, the teen dish washer who didn’t even acknowledge him. Not waiting another moment, Josh ducked out of the overly hot kitchen and made his way to the staff lockers. Grabbing his leather jacket and cell, he practically jogged out of The Borderline and heading towards his beat up Toyota Cressida. As he approached the car, he fished out a packet of cigarettes from his pocket followed by a lighter and sparked up. Four hours was too long to go without a nicotine hit.
Finishing the cigarette in a few drags, he dropped it to the floor and ground it into the ground with his heel before climbing into his car and starting the engine. After an eight hour shift waiting tables, most people would want to go home and go straight to sleep, but not Josh. He was a night owl. It was when he was most alive. But right now, he stunk of Mexican food. So instead of going straight out and finding some trouble to cause, he steered his car in the direction of his box apartment on the outskirts of Forks. The roads were completely deserted and pitch black with street lights only once every couple miles. He turned his music up to full volume and pressed his foot down on the gas, speeding way over the limit.
It wasn’t long before he parked up in a space outside his apartment and heading in doors. Throwing his possessions down on the kitchen counter, he wasted no time stripping off and heading into the shower; washing away the smell of work. Within twenty minutes, he was redressed in a black shirt and black jeans and heading back out of the door. Forks wasn’t exactly known for its nightlife, but he had spotted a bar that looked pretty decent not too far away from his apartment. For once in his life, he was going to be sensible and not take his car – before now he had been known to drink drive – but tonight for once it wasn’t raining, so he decided to walk it.
The bar was actually pretty busy; which Josh honestly hadn’t expected. Since he’d been here, he’d hardly seen anyone around Forks. It seemed like such a sleepy town. Nothing compared to what he was use to. Being from New York and travelling around the states and various other countries, he was used to buzzing night life in big cities. He made his way to the bar and ordered himself a bottle of bud. Leaning back on the bar, he glanced around the place; noticing any female talent or male competition. But one person caught his eye. Tudor Everett. It had been years since he had seen him! Crossing the small space, he made his way to Tudor. ”Tudor?! Hey! It’s been ages buddy!”
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Post by Tudor Everett on Mar 11, 2017 17:37:35 GMT
so much history in my head, the people i've left, the ones that i've kept
| Being dead came with his disadvantages. For example, Tudor knew he could probably drink the entire bar and not be the smallest bit affected by the alcohol, which was incredibly disappointing for someone like him, who felt the need to escape like... all the time. He couldn't escape through sleep or booze, or drugs or cigarettes. That was probably why he threw himself into his work and hobbies so much, and making relationships. He couldn't stand to have so much time on his hands.
That was why he was making a risky decision. The small town of Forks wasn't far from Seattle - though far enough to serve his purposes. Nobody around here knew him yet and it would hopefully stay that way, if he intended to really start as a high school student in Seattle again. Handing over one of his many, many fake IDs to the bartender, he ordered a drink that he knew wouldn't affect him, and drank it sip by sip while his ocher eyes scanned the bar, looking for someone of interest to speak to.
It was such a small town, and these sorts of bars were sort of known for attracting small town hicks. Country music rang in the background, like fingernails on a chalkboard to him, and for an instant he missed the bars on the east coast, like in New York, where every single person was interesting, every night one for memories, every song bringing excitement to the atmosphere.
A girl had come in, perhaps twenty-two or so, and Tudor was readying himself to slide across the bar to talk to her when he froze at the sound of his name being called. Twisting around on his bar stool, his eyes widened as he recognized the figure moving toward him - Josh Cazalet. He'd met him years ago while he was traveling more often than not for medical conferences, pretending to be much older than he was pretending to be now. His first instinct was to escape the situation, because nothing felt worse than encountering someone he'd known, someone who didn't know the truth about him. It would invite questions, and Tudor had only just moved here. It was too early for this bullshit.
But he moved onto his second instinct instead, decisively. He was pleased to see Josh after all. So his expression relaxed, though his shock had only been there for a moment, perhaps too quick for the other to see. "Damn," he laughed a bit, offering his hand to Josh, to pull him into the stool beside him. He hoped his icy touch wasn't too noticeable in the steadily climbing heat of the bar. "Josh! It's a small world after all. What the hell are you doing around here? Full offense, but I thought a small town hick bar would be the last place I'd see anyone I knew." |
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Post by Joshua Michael Cazalet on Mar 11, 2017 22:55:30 GMT
| E ven since before Joshua was legal, he had been getting drunk on any alcohol he could get his hands on. Vodka, beer, wine. His mother had thrown the word "alcoholic" around once when he had turned up to school drunk after a night out when he was seventeen. Josh had argued that he wasn't an alcoholic because he didn't need to drink. He chose to drink because he wanted too. It wasn't an illness for him. He still managed to function anyway. A functioning alcoholic maybe. But Josh was sure he could stop whenever he wanted. Alas, no alcoholism. Getting drunk was a coping mechanism that he had developed to interact with a lot of people. Most of them bugged the shit out of him. Most people were so shallow, only caring about how you look and how much money you have in your bank. The small talk that they often tried to have with him was so mind numbingly dull, alcohol helped him pretend to care. Plus, alcohol was always a good social catalyst for people that he did actually want to spend time with. So it was a win-win situation.
Travelling around the States, South America and Europe had allowed him to meet so many people that weren't your usual duds. Kids that he went to school were all like clones of each other, talking about the same things over and over; which celebrities were hot or some other crappy topic. People he met on his travels however, they had stories to tell, because they'd all experienced different things, and they were genuinely interesting. During one of his trips, he had met Tudor and he had been instantly drawn in by him. There was something about him, that made him feel at ease around him and trust him. He had honestly wanted to keep in touch with him, but it was hard to do when you didn't really have a fixed address or any social networks.
Looking at Tudor though, he looked absolutely no different from the time that Josh remembered last seeing him. Not even the growth of hair or general ageing. Jammy b-. Josh really didn't care about his appearance; occasionally he'd grow a short beard (like currently) but that was because he was lazy rather than vain; so it wasn't that he was jealous that he hadn't aged. He just knew, that if he was trying to pick up a girl next to this guy, he stood no chance.
Josh took his hand, flinching slightly at just how cold Tudor's hand was. It wasn't exactly cold in the bar... But he had just been holding his drink so must just be from that. Yeah. So Josh thought no more about it. He perched himself on the stool next to his friend and took a swig of his bud and dragged his hand through his hair. This night was only just starting and it was already crazy. Josh laughed and shook his head, more so at his own disbelief that he was in a small town bar, let alone the fact that he'd run into a friend that he hadn't seen in years. "My mom moved my sisters out here few years back. I came to see them and they twisted my arm into staying around for awhile." He'd only been here for a few weeks and he was already itching to leave. The whole process of waking up in the same place every day, going to a tedious job, and seeing the same people day in day out, was wearing on him. "What bring you to Forks, of all places!?"
Ooc; I kinda drew upon Edwards description of a vampire when talking about when Tudor and Josh first met; the whole "I'm he worlds most dangerous predator; everything about me invites you in..." Etc. Hope that's ok.
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Post by Tudor Everett on Mar 30, 2017 6:23:38 GMT
so much history in my head, the people i've left, the ones that i've kept
| Pretending he hadn't seen something was often difficult. It was natural for him to catch sight of every flicker of movement, so he didn't miss Josh's wince as he took Tudor's hand. He was definitely too cold. He tried to avoid touching people just because of this crap, but he liked being familiar with people. Refusing to even shake someone's hand when he saw them would just distance him further from feeling like he could connect with humans... and just the fact he could greet Josh like this after years, proved that he could still connect, no matter the species difference.
"A few years back?" he echoed. Josh didn't occur to him as someone that was interested in settling in one place. That was how they met and got along to begin with, they both liked to travel and have a constant variation to life. "How's small town life suiting you then?" he asked with a small grin. If they were anything alike, if might just drive Josh nuts. Tudor had grown up in a small town and loved it, but that had been different. Any other place he settled for longer than a year was generally a city. Everything was always changing in a city.
"Forks... well..." He trailed off for a moment with a laugh. Time for some quick thinking. If he thought he'd run into someone he knew in one of the smallest towns in Washington, he probably would've prepared a good excuse, even though he rather liked winging things. He just thought he'd have the pleasure of chatting up a girl in a place in the middle of nowhere. But he wasn't exactly complaining either.
"My family just moved here too, and I joined them. Well, not Forks. Seattle. I just thought I'd drive around to see what quaint places Washington has to offer, You have to admit, Forks sounds kind of cute," he snorted. |
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Post by Joshua Michael Cazalet on Mar 31, 2017 20:33:49 GMT
| T hrough his travels, Josh had met various kinds of people; it was one of the reasons why he loved travelling so much. No two people were ever alike, but Tudor was nothing like anyone else he’d ever met – in ways that Josh couldn’t even put his finger on. Sure Forks’ weather was wet and miserable more often than not and it was never that particularly warm, but it wasn’t cold enough for his hands to be that cold… unless he’d recently been digging through a freezer… Not that Josh really cared anyway, it wasn’t like he wanted to hold hands with the guy; it was just a fleeting thought.
”Ha! My life is anything but small town, mate! I’ve only been here a few weeks, myself. They’re the ones that have been here for a few years,” he laughed and shook his head, ”You know I’m not made of glue. I don’t like sticking for too long in one place. These last few weeks have been… testing,” Josh was enjoying being able to hang out with his sisters whenever he could, but that was probably the only thing that had been a positive for him so far since he arrived. It was such a dull town, nothing compared to what he was used to. That was something that Josh had bonded with Tudor over when they first met. It was rare that he met people that had the same ideas about travelling and never wanting to settle somewhere too long, just long enough to experience thing – then move on. It was liberating having no roots.
As Tudor spoke, Josh took a swig from his beer bottle, almost finishing it in a mouthful. He enjoyed the feeling of the alcohol warming the back of his throat. He could feel the tension of being in one place melting away. While Josh was glad that he had ran into a familiar face, he was slightly disappointed that he wasn’t actually in Forks. But he was starting to realise that Forks wasn’t really a place that people moved to or live in; unless they had to. ”Oh yeah, Forks is the new New York City,” he muttered, each word dripping with sarcasm. ”I probably would have stayed in Seattle, Forks has about as much personality as an actual Fork.” He finished his beer and slid it onto a nearby table before folding his arms across his chest. ”How’s life treating you? Can I buy you a beer?”
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